Missing Scene:  A Rose for Emily.

Won't you come in Mr. Barron, said Toby. And how are you on this fine evening Mr. Barron? Well Toby, I'm about as happy as a dead pig in sunshine, and yourself Toby? Oh me sir, I can't complain sir.  Entering the home with a look of eager nervousness, Mr. Barron took out his cigar and then lit it up, as if to let anyone in the area know he had arrived. Toby, taking Mr. Barron's coat, promptly showed Mr. Barron to the dining room. Barron with his larger than life presence stood in the entrance to the dining room propped on an old oak hutch, practicing the art of the smoke rings. It was just then that Emily came down stairs.

Well Hello Homer, said Emily, seeming more bubbly than normal. I trust your ride in was pleasant.

Of course, said Homer. These roads were built to last, and I should know. He added.

Emily, holding back her words, said, I trust the roads are fit for a king, after all they were built by a Barron.

If only that were true Miss Emily, but my name is just a name, there is no castle waiting for me in England, Mr. Barron replied.

Well I’m sure you did a fine job. Shall we have our Dinner?

Homer looking confused by Emily’s positive attitude, replied, whenever you are ready my darling.

Emily, ignoring the familiarity of the Homer’s comment, quickly called for Toby, as if she needed him urgently.

When Toby arrived he said, yes Miss Emily? We will have our supper now, Emily replied.

Toby disappeared for a few moments and reappeared with a shiny silver pot, bringing with it the smell of garlic and onion to the room. Toby set the pot on the serving bar and prepared the soup in two serving dishes.

Homer, looking eager to speak, caught the attention of Emily. What is it Homer? Well Miss Emily, I may have some great news.

What is that, said Emily.

Well I've made a friend here in town and we are going to opening a construction business her together said Homer.

That is good news, but where will you stay? Well Miss Emily, you are all alone here. Well you have Toby, but won't it be nice to have someone around the house?

Are you asking me to marry you Homer? Well you see Miss Emily I've never been with a woman; I am not the marrying type you see, said Homer.

Are you attracted to me said Emily, with a look of sternness in her eyes. Well of course I'm attracted to you Miss Emily. Any man would be crazy not to be. Miss Emily, I’m just worried about…

Sex? Emily interrupted. You’re just worried about a little thing like sex Mr. Barron?

Well, I don't see any way for use to move forward unless we settle this imitatively, Emily said with a sideways smile on her face.

Settle this Miss Emily, however you mean, said Homer.

You are an able man and I’m a strong southern woman. I mean to cure you of your fear Homer Barron, said Emily.

With the look of a man that had just seen a ghost Homer replied. Miss Emily I don’t think women of your stature, and we are not married, how could we? 

Can it Homer, said Emily, five minutes ago you wanted to live in my house, and not be married, and now you have discourse based on a sudden case of selective religious fortitude.    

Well Miss Emily if you insist I would never say no, to a woman as lovely as yourself, but I’m not sure this is the right time, said Homer.

Emily got up from the table and made her way to the banister at the base of a large wooden stair case. Are you coming Homer?

Mr. Barron, feeling as frightened as he can ever remember feeling, got up from the table and said, are you sure Miss Emily I don't want you to do anything you would regret. 

Emily took a long hard look at Mr. Barron, and stomped up the stairs like a child who had been sent to their room.

Homer was torn between his friendship with Emily and also his need to appear to be living a good Christian life, versus the fear and disgust he felt about sleeping with a woman, and of his age none the less, even if it was Miss Emily. Homer gave into what he thought was right, he thought to himself, if it is ever going to happen it might as well be with Emily.

All of a sudden Emily yelled down stairs, there is the bedroom door or the front door homer, it’s your choice.  Feeling very pressured with the whole situation, Homer went up the stairs in a haze.  Thinking to himself that this was not how this night was supposed to go, we were going to live together as friends.

Arriving at the door, he went into the bedroom room to find Emily wearing a thick cotton night gown with pink bow around her upper hips.

Now I might be a little out of practice on this Homer but from the looks of things that's not going to be a problem is it said Emily.

I suppose not, said homer. Looking like a frighten child.

Well Homer this is where you lay down on the bed. Homer laid down on the bed with the comfort of a dentist patient about to get a tooth pulled. Miss Emily laid besides him. She could feel the tension coming from Homer, and read it as excitement. She then put her hand on him and began to get very aggressive with her forwardness.  It was then Emily looked at Homers eyes and realized something was wrong. 

What’s a matter Homer?

Nothing, Homer replied.

Bless your heart Homer. That thing of yours is about a useful as tits on a bull. Homer looking wildly unprepared said, I’m tired Miss Emily. 

Would you like some coffee Homer?  Homer doing anything he could to buy himself time, said that would be lovely. Mrs. Emily said, well I’ll get it myself, Toby should not need to see me like this.

Half way down the stairs, Emily stopped cold in her tracks. She thought to herself, what am I doing wrong, what does he mean he’s not the marring type? Once in the kitchen Emily put a pot on the still hot wood stove and boiled some water. Not the marrying type, what is wrong with me why can't I be happy, you made a friend in town. Emily’s thoughts were going faster than she could make since of them. The kettle was whistling and she could not tell if that was her thinking or the kettle at first. Then it hit her all at once. Emily began to feel very used and betrayed. As she removed the pot from the stove, she put the ground coffee beans from the tin in the coffee maker, and poured the hot water over the ground beans.  She, at that moment, realized she didn't ask Homer how he took his coffee, though at this moment, she didn't much care. Reaching to get the drug store sugar from the pantry she stopped for a moment. All the sudden Emily went from being madder than a wet hen, to a deep clam. She grabbed the sugar, and spooned in 4 scoops. She then went under the kitchen counter and opened a fresh package she had gotten from the same store. She took a teaspoon and scooped the contents of the jar into the coffee cup. Stirring it, she thought, it does not have to be exact. 

Emily walked up the stairs very carefully as not to spill any of the coffee she made especially for Homer. When she arrived at the room Homer stood up.

Homer instantly said, now look Emily. She cut him off and said, maybe this was all a bit too fast Homer. We can just lie down together. I suppose that will be alright, said Homer. 

Homer sipping his coffee said, thank you Emily.

Snuggling up next to Homer, Emily wondered to herself if she will ever have a normal life, or a normal boyfriend that brings her flowers. She thought not.

Homer lay down next to her and said tomorrow I’ll make other arrangements for a place to stay Emily, and we can take things slow.

No Homer, you can stay here, you can stay here forever.